POOR LITTLE JOHN — текст песни (Roger Miller)

Little John lived on a mountainside,
Never thought much about taking on a bride,
Finally he upped and he married one day,
She didn`t like the country so she done run away

Poor little John, poor little John,
Your Mama used to love you but your Mama`s gone
What you gonna do, livin` all alone,
Your Mama used to love you but your Mama`s gone

Little John say what a fool I be,
Hot tone woman make a monkey outa me,
Life gets lonesome on the mountainside,
Guess that`s the reason little John sit and cried

Poor little John, poor little John,
Your Mama used to love you but your Mama`s gone
What you gonna do, livin` all alone,
Your Mama used to love you but your Mama`s gone

Little John don`t know what he gonna do,
Lose one woman, don`t wanna try for two,
Guess he`ll get along without no help,
Live all his life on the mountain by hisself
(repeat chorus to fade)